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When everything is laid out just the way I like it, I head back out to the bar with my mask tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Flex is nowhere to be found, but Ryder is still chatting with Eli, no sign of the woman who was in his lap before I left.

“Can I grab another drink, Eli?”

“Coming up.”

I take a seat next to Ryder. “How’s the new sub working out?” he asks before sipping his drink.

“She becomes my submissive tonight.”

“What? You haven’t signed the paperwork already? The Pierce I know would never lay a finger on a sub without a signature.”

I consider his statement, and it sits uneasy in my chest. I’ve broken my own rules with this woman, and I don’t even know her name.

If I don’t get myself in check, I’m so screwed.

Chapter 8

FREYA

As I slip out of my clothes, my panties are soaked with anticipation. Thankfully, Sir won’t know because he left a beautiful La Perla thong for me to change into. It’s jaw-dropping and fits perfectly, and tonight he’s given me a mask to match. There’s something so freeing about remaining anonymous with him. I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued to see his face, his panty-melting smile is only one feature of what I know is a handsome face.

Once I’m dressed in the minute lingerie, I fix the delicate lace mask in place and make my way to the corner. Tonight, the ropes that hang waiting for me have been changed to white, and my stomach does somersaults at his attention to detail. He takes such care to ensure every last aspect of our interaction is perfect. Sliding my hands into the loops, I lower to my knees, sitting back on my heels as my arms are suspended above me, the ropes tightening around my wrists. I cast my gaze to the floor and wait, my pussy beginning to ache for his touch.

By the time I hear the door open and the soft click as it closes, I’m already on the brink of orgasm just knowing his eyes are on me. I’m not allowed to turn and look at him, and the restraints would stop me even if I could. Anyone could have walked in right now, and I’d be none the wiser—except I can feel his masculine energy fill the room, consuming the air around me.

“Such a good girl.” The low rumble of his voice sends a shiver down my spine as his footsteps get closer. “Did you bring the signed paperwork?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s on the dresser.” His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze.

“Are you ready to submit, little one?” His piercing green eyes are a stark contrast to his black mask, his luscious full lips dipping to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Yes, Sir.” He walks away, relinquishing his hold on me, leaving me wanting more.

I listen intently as he strides across the room, the rustle of papers telling me he’s looking over our contract.

“Do you understand that I expect your complete submission in this room?”

“I do, Sir.”

“I will teach you to be a good submissive. I’ll help you discover your sexual preferences and kinks. You may not like everything I do to you, but it’s the only way you’ll learn. Are you willing to give me control?”

My body vibrates at his words, my arms shaking, still tied above me. “Y-yes… Sir.”

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself.”

I clear my throat and say it with conviction this time. “Yes, Sir.”

He makes his way back to me and loosens the restraints, my wrists aching almost as much as my pussy. Reaching out his hand, he steadies me as I get to my feet, my legs shaking from sitting on my heels.

“I want you against the cross, arms and legs spread.” His tone is commanding, darker than before and full of wicked intent.

My heart is hammering, my pulse racing so hard I can hear it thrumming in my ears. As I take my place against the cross, I hesitate before setting my feet apart and opening my arms, completely exposed but for a scrap of lace.

Every touch of his hands as they secure me in restraints only fuels my desire. My breathing is labored, the rapid rise and fall of my chest making my breasts heave. He tightens my wrists first before kneeling at my feet, wrapping the cuffs around each ankle. His eyes are fixed on mine, his fingers working deftly as if he’s done it a thousand times before. Probably more.

His green eyes darken as he stands, his knuckles gently stroking my face as he leans in, a hairsbreadth from me. I can feel his breath on my mouth as he speaks.

“You’re mine now, little one. Mine to punish, to pleasure, to fuck as I see fit.”

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